No doubt something like this has happened to a lot of folks here but there's a first time for everything. Yesterday was my first time.
Someone knocked on my door yesterday afternoon to inform me that a deer had been hit and had ran into a corner of my yard, beside the house. I went outside and sure enough, there was a deer lying next to the fence. The passerby (lots of people walking their dogs all the time around here) had already called animal control. When the deer saw me, he struggled and managed to get through a split rail fence but only went another ten yards or so. Both hind legs were broken, I think. It couldn't stand.
Animal Control, which is a police department function here in Fairfax County, showed up in about 30 minutes. I took the young lady (armed and equiped like a policeman) to show her where the deer was lying. She goes back to her van and gets her rifle: a .22 Ruger. Two shots, one dead deer. The deer did not exactly sit there and allow itself to get shot but there was a minor chase involved.
I've lived in that house something like 22 years and I've seen lots of deer both near and not far away. Seeing a dead deer on the highway is common. Well, after the officer shot the deer, her part was done. The county doesn't remove the deer. She left it in the creek behind the house, just beyond our fence. I ended up dragging it to a place further from the footpath through the common property and covering it as much as possible.
An interesting thing is that she apparently had no objection to me killing the thing, provided I didn't use a firearm, although this whole thing did not amuse my wife at all. Anyhow, using a firearm is a big no-no around here but she said I was welcome to go down and cut its throat, although I suspect the deer would have been uncooperative like it was anyway. And besides, I didn't have a large knife with me.
Someone knocked on my door yesterday afternoon to inform me that a deer had been hit and had ran into a corner of my yard, beside the house. I went outside and sure enough, there was a deer lying next to the fence. The passerby (lots of people walking their dogs all the time around here) had already called animal control. When the deer saw me, he struggled and managed to get through a split rail fence but only went another ten yards or so. Both hind legs were broken, I think. It couldn't stand.
Animal Control, which is a police department function here in Fairfax County, showed up in about 30 minutes. I took the young lady (armed and equiped like a policeman) to show her where the deer was lying. She goes back to her van and gets her rifle: a .22 Ruger. Two shots, one dead deer. The deer did not exactly sit there and allow itself to get shot but there was a minor chase involved.
I've lived in that house something like 22 years and I've seen lots of deer both near and not far away. Seeing a dead deer on the highway is common. Well, after the officer shot the deer, her part was done. The county doesn't remove the deer. She left it in the creek behind the house, just beyond our fence. I ended up dragging it to a place further from the footpath through the common property and covering it as much as possible.
An interesting thing is that she apparently had no objection to me killing the thing, provided I didn't use a firearm, although this whole thing did not amuse my wife at all. Anyhow, using a firearm is a big no-no around here but she said I was welcome to go down and cut its throat, although I suspect the deer would have been uncooperative like it was anyway. And besides, I didn't have a large knife with me.